"Hatin'" lyrics

Lil' Boosie Badazz (Boosie Badazz)
And I wanna know tonight
Why they're hatin' on me? (why they're hatin' on me?)
Shit. I'm a good nigga believe that (believe that)
Let's roll

Tell my why they're hatin' (why they're hating?)
Hatin' on me (why they're hatin' on me?)
'Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper)
I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)

Nigga ate at my momma table
my daughter called him "uncle" (she called him "uncle")
I treated him like he was Donkey
and he told on me (he ratted on me)
The judge lookin' like he wanna drop a load on me
My nigga lookin' like he wanna break the code on me
Tell me why they let me ride for a year
Now they want my 745 until I show for this here
Nigga try to sneak me but that's ho shit (that's ho shit)
You ain't gon' get no stripes off me little daddy (uh-uh)
You better try some more shit
And now they're fuckin' with my girl head
Them hoes she 'round keep puttin' her soldier down
And she can't focus now
Ain't that a shame how they fuck up your name
Tell promoters you gon' cut throat 'em
Now you're missin' your change
Who gon' take the pistol charge since everybody convicted
Been to 5 funerals in 3 months Lord knows that I miss 'em
I guess when I get old and grey and my mission is done
You pussy motherfuckers y'all gon' hate on my son

Tell my why they're hatin' (why they're hatin')
Hatin' on me (why they're hatin' on me)
'Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper)
I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)

From the cradle to the grave I'm gon' always be a hustler
As long as you succeed they're gon' always be a buster (huh bra)
They hated Dr. King (say that)
They hated when he marched (yeah)
They hated Malcolm X (for sure)
And they hated Rosa Parks (for real)
Sometimes the enemy on your passenger side
Ridin' with you gettin' high
But you can't believe it
But you know that he sneaky (he sneaky)
When I was five my momma looked at her son
And told me, "Boy, you're gon' break hearts 'cause you're too cute for just one."
I guess this baby face and these rap skills that God blessed me with
Got niggas nuts hangin' ready to come and test me bitch but look
You know they said I was dead two shots up in my head
Some say I O-D'd off that Ex what they're gon' say next

Tell my why they're hatin' (why they're hatin')
Hatin' on me (why they're hatin' on me)
'Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper)
I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)
It's real life homie

Now they say me and Webbie beef and we on the same team (same team)
We drop hits you know your bitch we got the same dreams (same dreams)
A lot of niggas player hatin' 'cause they ain't me (they ain't me)
So in their mind they won't hesitate to spank me
I seen a lot of shit, Lord knows I try
Rumors hurt me inside but I'm still showin' pride
Want figures like Jigga (yeah)
With a brain like Dane
Can't slip like beans
'Cause I got dreams to be the mayne
But I never change
Mayne no matter how raw it get
I'm beast-mode little daddy so I'm prepared for the rawest shit
They called me out my name (believe that)
They told me I was stuntin'
Told 'em, "One day, bitch, I'mma have some Oprah money"
Wooh

Tell my why they're hatin' (why they're hatin')
Hatin' on me (why they're hatin' on me)
'Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper)
I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)

Tell my why they're hatin' (why they're hatin')
Hatin' on me (why they're hatin' on me)
'Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper)
I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)